Bitch on the Blog

January 19, 2014

Morose

As you may remember, and please don’t, I read a lot. One of my daily bread’s health hazards.

You think YOU are addicted? Whatever your poison: Try print. I am in despair and determined. It’s got to stop.

One could say hurtful truths directed at people who write. But I won’t. Not as long as I read. The crux falls and limps away with a bruise: It’s like dog shit. Supersized. 2000 words on one blog entry alone. How interesting do you think your life is other than to you and your mother?

Before anyone goes mad at me: Remember it’s Sunday afternoon and Sunday afternoon does bring out the worst in me. My father is still alive but I already remember him and his advice fondly: Cut, cut, cut and cut again.

Cut,

U

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3 Comments »

  1. Yup! Cut…as long as it’s not my throat!

    Comment by magpie11 — January 19, 2014 @ 19:33 | Reply

  2. But surely something reasonably intelligent and intelligible ought to be left behind after all that cutting?

    Comment by friko — January 19, 2014 @ 23:48 | Reply

    • “Something … intelligent and intelligible ought to be left behind …” you say.

      Absolutely, Friko. That is the whole point of cutting. And one size doesn’t fit all.

      I sometimes virtually gag on some people’s avalanche of words. It’s not even a criticism. After all, I am the person who loves books and once threw up when walking into Waterstones because there was too much print.

      And then there is a columnist whose content I am not particularly interested in. Yet he writes so well, I love him and would read him if he wrote the phone directory. That’s how well he does it.

      As to my father: He comes from the old school of journalism. Number One rule being to hold your reader’s attention. Obviously one can do it whilst writing at the length of Tolstoy, Dostoevsky et al. I dare say a few people have managed to finish Proust’s “In search of time lost” (I wish I’d thought of that title first). And before I exceed my own word count, Friko: One thing is for sure and doesn’t make me popular. I am critical. Yet I am not a perfectionist. Any longer. Life is too short. I prefer finding a rough diamond without wishing to polish it.

      U

      Comment by Ursula — January 20, 2014 @ 09:20 | Reply


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